Who set him up?Who took him down?Who’s headed for another town?With his knock-down rifleAnd expense account?So much cash he doesn’t need to count?Who calls the shots?Who makes the plans?Who picks the targetsThat must bleedWho teaches the assassin’s creed

I was a young kid out of high school Way too soonShe was a willow-wandBlonde as the sunThe world was a hot placeWith water here and thereThe shade of the cool treesWas always whereWe would loveWith the innocence of childhood,With an angelic graceWe would loveAway all the hours that we could takeWe would loveLike innocent flowersIn eternal embraceIt's time for loveSo throw off the chains,Don't be afraid to say

The kids come along thenAnd love fills the roomHer heart is opento every little woundShe feels what they suffer,She makes it her own pain,And the only reward she asksIs to do it all again

Out of lovewith an innocence of childhoodwith an angelic graceIt's just loveShe has in abundanceIt shows in her faceA mother's loveIs the one sure thingYou'll take from this placeA mother's loveA mother's loveA mother's love

You can buy her a card, son,Or any little thingJust one thing you must notForget to bringYour innocent smile now,Your loving faceThat's the only treasureThat can't be replacedShe needs love'Cause she has given allShe had to youWants your loveThere's no other thingThat you have to doYou need to giveTo the one who gave to youA mother's loveA mother's loveA mother's loveA mother's love

Don't buy her a card, son,That's not quite the thingUnless it's got love, son,No joy can it bringBring her a flowerA kindly wordEase her hours as she fadesInto the waning of the day

Yeah, I'm just an old guyBut I know what I sayA mother's love will not fade awayNo her loveWill not fadeNot today, not tomorrow,Not any other dayA mother's lovelasts foreverUntil that happy dayWhen she finds her own motherIn that perfect Mother's DayMother's DayMother's DayMother's Day

dedicated to Gary Webb, Judy Barry, Danny Casolaro, and all the other victims of dirty wars against not only human freedom, but basic dignity.

Multiple gunshot suicides, Too many goddamn of them. Multiple gunshot suicides, What do you think about them?

Two bullets to the head, That muthafucka’s dead. You can tuck him in one last time He obviously wasn’t fine, He’s a multiple gunshot suicide When the sirens roll, He’ll take his long, last ride To the undertaker’s vault, Well it’s nobody’s fault. He got mixed up in somethin’ I don’t know nothin’, But it ain’t nobody’s fault Anymore. He’s a multiple gunshot suicide Time to take him for his long, last ride, You can write his name in the record books, But look away now friend, No long last looks. He’s a multiple gunshot suicide Time to bury his name with his shame He knew he was playin’ a dangerous game, So when the sirens roll, He’ll take his long last ride To the undertaker’s vault, Well it’s nobody’s fault. He got mixed up in somethin’. I don’t know nothin’ But it ain’t nobody’s fault Anymore.

It's night in the West WingThe lights are still burningIn an oval officeA man walks aloneHe's weighed down with worriesOh you'd like to thinkTroop movements and spendingThe war neverendingWhether old Scooter LibbyIs going to sing.

But you would be wrong, thenHe picks up the phoneAnd asks the woman who answers,"Has Colin gone home?"

"Well why would you ask that?"He says, "Just a joke""My whole foreign policyWent up in smoke"

"Last week in JordanIt was such a thrillThis sleeping with Laura's A bitter pill."

President Evil, can't understandIf killing's good for the economyWhy isn't it right?Why do they plague himWith tiresome demandsThe haters who hate himJust don't understand.

He has a visionHe has a planHe's going to start surgingLike a real man.

He has his puppetsHe pulls all the stringsChalabi, Alawi, MalikiAnd friends

We've got all the oil nowWe'll just rig the vote nowWheel the last of the cashRight out the back door

President Evil, wonders sometimesHow it's all gone so well,Yet he's not done yet,

Let them rejoice nowHe'll bring the House downWhen he picks upHis veto pen.

Pelosi should learn howTo just shut her trapHow can you trustAn Italian like that?

[Well, Merry Christmas, Boys and Girls. I hope you've all been good, because Santa is on his way, and the Air Force is reporting. This is Lt. Col. Merriweather from NORAD reporting that we have just sighted an airborne sleigh crossing the dew line. It appears to be drawn by reindeer, and piloted by a jolly looking fellow in a red and white suit ...

It was the Night before ChristmasAnd all down the road,The truckers were pullingTheir Chinese loads

Haulin' that crapTo Wal-Mart and suchSo we can bury our kidsUnder a mountain of junk

Only assholes hate ChristmasLeast that's what they saidAnd when he heard it a lightbulbburned out in his head

He flipped into overdriveAnd picked up his suitHe was a jolly old fellaWith bombs in his boots

He was a Suicide SantaWith tears in his eyesFor his message to the worldHe was happy to dieSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, dooSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, doo

Well he made a long listOf bad boys and girlsWe'd be better off losingFrom this great big world

Millionaires, Billionaires,Trillionaires, friendsBankers and lawyersThe ones who know best

He tucked that list in his suicide vest,Headed out on the freewayTo the Vegas strip

He was dressed real nicely for his final actWasn't gonna stick aroundfor a heart attack

He was a Suicide SantaWith tears in his eyesFor his message to the worldHe was happy to dieSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, dooSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, doo

He called himself in to 911Said he was headed for Caesar's to have some funLoaded for bear, let the SWAT team come,They're welcome to die, every goddamn oneSecurity parted like the Damn Red SeaWhen Moses stretched outhis rod, you see,He was a smilin' mass of notoriety

He was a Suicide SantaWith tears in his eyesFor his message to the worldHe was happy to dieSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, dooSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, doo

He cleared out the dealersFrom the gambling hallTo the poor broke playersHe gave it all

He told the band to play White Christmas,and to the showgirls said sit down,saying, "I'm not ready yet to blow this town"

That seemed to relax the tension a notch He lit himself a stogie And asked for some scotch With his boots on the table, He savored a sipAnd said to the cameras "What a helluva trip," Here I threaten to kill 'em Now I'm in the chips"